| Blaka! |
| That’s my alarm clock a-shot
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| Empty out the clip, of a hooded kids Glock
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| Out on a mission, for the green, wit his team
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| Twistin up buds, puffin on, bloods, I mean
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| Always red eye wit an evil schemin mind
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| Pullin off things wit his partners in crime
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| Not a care in the world, he’s seen plenty sniff riders
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| Runnin up in spots wit the calico and shotties
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| Loungin on his strip wit his Timbs and his meth
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| His right hands man, on his side, to the left
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| Never leave the drink without packin the burner
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| Got the streets smart, seen for killin be murdered
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| It’s, no relaxin, just taxin
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| Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, when you black and
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| Supportin habits is gettin too hectic
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| Gotta kick it wit my son about some ol' Next Shit
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| (talking on phone)
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| Pressures be buildin in my mind sometimes and ways
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| That have me countin the many reasons why crime pays
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| I think about the hustlin games, should I maintain
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| Or flip and di-shift to the fast lane?
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| We got a mind, but it takes dough to make bread
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| We workin wit cement try to make bricks
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| Time to make a call and get on the ball
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| (Can't front G 'cause we won’t be ones to take a fall)
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| Heads recognize me, so they might supply me
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| But if they try me, that wouldn’t surprise me
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| But I & I keep eyes open, for those who lie scopin
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| Me, hopin, we won’t survive, whatever
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| We can do this for worse or for better
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| Me and my Partner N Crime, is going thru this together
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| So, knowin we can’t avoid all snakes, we gon' do whatever we gon do
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| To set this shit straight
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| And that’s word to my breadwin Madman
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| Give the left hand, and in response, say hello to my Timberland
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| Rack emcees up, and I crack emcees up
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| Pass the owl, so I can twist these trees up
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| Boot Camp Clik sick entire loose click
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| Snooze while me and my crew do some Next Shit
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| (talking)
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| Big up original crooks from the side of the earth
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| Where you take all your stakes for what it’s worth
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| We represent the hearts of the criminilistic
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| Flippish, prepare to draw your biscuit
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| F**ked up before shit, let’s get wit the now
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| Is you down, or is you just gon lamp in the background
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| If so, let me know, 'cause I gotta keep a steady flow
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| Step to my biz like so
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| When I show individuals skills on the battle field
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| Any muffie test, see we out for call
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| 'cause each and every soldier holds the name of the Camp
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| Blue chip on his show, get trampled
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| Another villain is planned just banned, dead
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| We take the banner and wrap around the head of an
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| Original dead boy down wit the Devil
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| Snooze, as me and my crews, move to the next level
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| Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, yeah
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| Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga
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| Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk
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| Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Way Of The Walk
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| Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga…
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| Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk in New York
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| Shit is real, so they pack steel
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| Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga…
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| Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk
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| Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk
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| Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga
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| Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk
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| Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga
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| Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, in New York, shit is real
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| So Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk… |